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ryuichirou · 2 months

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A couple of replies with fandom stuff, then a couple of twst replies.

irregardlessly-tish asked:

A friend message me "YOU FOLLOW THE LEVI X GRISHA PERSON" and I had no clue what they were talking about but then they showed me the two pictures you drew of Levi and Grisha lol. It made me laugh a lot. Then I helped them found the uncensor version of one of the drawings in your pixiv since the link to twitter seem to be broken (I'm a great friend I know/j). I guess you could say they are big fans of your rarepair work!

LEVI X GRISHA PERSON AAAHH 😭 It’s always so funny to learn how people are referring to us; I was the Zevi artist, the Shroudcest artist… For some reason, being a Guriri (wow Grisha’s and Levi’s shipname is cute, I completely forgot about it) artist feels like such a high honour lol Especially because I had no idea there was someone out there invested in this ship. Your friend’s taste is excellent. A huge thank you to them for enjoying our stuff, and a huge thank you to you for helping to find the uncensored version. You really are a great friend hehe.

It’s honestly a shame that even the pixiv version is still censored (albeit not cropped like the tumblr version), because you can’t really post uncensored stuff there… So now only a few people who had saved our snk smut back when it was posted on our now-deleted twitter have it :(

(it’s a bit embarrassing looking back at those sketches and seeing all the mistakes though, yikes)

Anonymous asked:

I want to shake antis by the shoulders and scream at them all the time cause I see them being sooo unhealthy with themselves, and I've BEEN there I know what they are doing and I know it is just going to get them hurt with the same train wreck I got myself in!!

It's the whole problem with black and white thinking where you go "people treat incest shippers like satan himself, so I cannot accidentally enjoy it or I would be evil incarnate too, and adopted/step is the same thing, so I cannot accidentally like that, and found family is basically the same as adopted, so I have to avoid that, and character A called character B his bro one time, so..." that thinking pattern does not have a stopping point!!!!!! It is so unhealthy!!!!!!!!

And then people realize they can't stop themselves from enjoying unhealthy ships, and instead of separating fiction from reality, they just excuse everything abusive about the ship like it is fine and normal behavior because they cannot accept themselves enjoying something that is remotely problematic. It is so much more likely to get people hurt than just enjoying the porn of some fake brothers fucking 😭

Anon! First of all, sorry for replying late; we received your ask about a week ago but I didn’t have enough time to properly address it. Second of all, thank you for talking about it and sharing your experience.

It’s just like you said; people really don’t want to get ridiculed or hated, especially younger people, therefore, they are afraid of liking stuff that is even slightly problematic. And for some of them, if they don’t want their so-called friends to suspect them loving problematic stuff, they’ll act even more aggressive than they should to overcompensate. I feel like when it comes to antis who talk about us specifically, the most vocal and persistent ones are those whose friends called them out for following my accounts or liking my drawings. And this is honestly both sad and pathetic at the same time; I cannot imagine how bad of a headspace this might be. I don’t pity them though lol

We always talk about it, but still: this is a game you can’t win because the rules are always changing. The only thing that never changes is that there is no nuance, once the crowd decide that the ship is bad, it’s bad. Starting out with the basics, age gaps and incest are bad, right? Right. But what if the characters aren’t canonically related but could be interpreted as brothers? Then it’s still bad, right? But what if they aren’t at all brotherly, but one of them expressed that they want to do bad things to the other? Sounds bad, right? And thus, the only type of dynamic that exists is a romanticised version of a perfect gay couple: they are equal in every way, they love each other, they are SUCH DORKS together who fit perfectly to any “redraw this as your ship” meme that’s the hottest thing these days, they don’t have arguments, they don’t have misunderstanding and rough moments. Their personalities, everything that made their relationship unique or interesting completely disappears and smoothes out, and after that it’s not even a ship, it’s just a nice blend that is perfect for consumption because it doesn’t irritate your teeth, your throat, or your stomach. It’s tasteless, it’s boring, it’s nothing, and it’s not about the characters, it’s about deciding which two characters are unproblematic enough to be transformed into blorbos, and if they have some problematic elements in-canon, it’s okay, we’ll just erase those because being unproblematic doesn’t really matter. What matters is to act in a way that doesn’t go against what the rest of them are doing, because otherwise you’re making people uncomfortable, and if they are uncomfortable with you, they feel morally correct for attacking you.

It’s never about characters. It’s always about control, about cliques, about bullying and making everyone afraid to have an actual opinion. It’s about instilling in people’s mind that attacking strangers on the internet makes you a cool person because you are simultaneously a rebel for being so ballsy and brave, and a saint for having moral standards so high that you can’t stomach bad things even if they are fictional.

Sometimes people just have different ships and that’s okay. Sometimes people don’t have any ships and don’t understand the shipping culture, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is to feel entitled to this control over the way others consume media and interact with it.

Because it makes the fandom experience boring at best and unbearable at worst.

Sorry, I digress lol What I wanted to say is that you are right, it messes with people’s brains. And it is much more unhealthy than fantasising about the things that are 100% fictional (which is, by the way, a huge part of their appeal).

Anonymous asked:

just wanted to say I love your content a lot, it's a breath of fresh air from all the anti content present in the fandom

You are very welcome, Anon! And thank you so much for your support <3 It means a lot to hear that our stuff is refreshing to you.

Anonymous asked:

Is Lilia sneezing on people on purpose, or is it a sneeze button for him?

(this is related to this post)

We’ll never know, Anon, it’s one of Lilia’s many mysteries…

Maybe it started out as a joke, but then he really began to sneeze on people every time his nose gets booped lol

Anonymous asked:

Where can I see the art for the new Shaftlands event?

I don’t think all of them are fully out yet, but people are pretty active on twitter, so simply looking up characters’ names is probably going to work!

Anonymous asked:

…Quick, someone bully Idia into sending nudes.

And be quick about it because Idia could also quickly change his mind and hack the recipient’s phone to delete the pictures!!

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oivsyo · 2 years

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Hyūga men chilling on the hot springs [censored|sfw ver.]

For uncensored version go to my Twitter =)

ok, let me introduce them>>>

this is an adult Neji who survived the war, hope it is obvious bc of his scars. Along with Hinata Neji is the main POV in my HC.

Kō Hyūga with my redesign. I got so used to this appearance on him, so I have to remind myself that he doesn't look this way in the canon and other people may not recognise him.

He is 2,5 years older than Neji. In my HC his B-day is on 31 December because this day is Bertolt’s (AoT) b-day and my HC Kō has many things in common with Bertolt. His temper is soft and is much like Hinata's, only that he is rather strong and is confident in his skills. His problem is the unhealthy desire to meet other people's expectations, the fear of accepting himself as he is.

He was the younger son in one of the main house’s families, but his elder brother was killed during Orochimaru invasion, his eyes torn out and stolen. It happened 2 weeks before Kō’s 17th birthday, so he didn’t get the seal. But it makess him miserable, he would happily bear a hundred seals if only it could turn his brother back to life. He has always been on good terms with Hinata, he looked after her and was supposed to be her guard. After the events of OG Kō gradually makes friends with Neji and eventually becomes one of the closest ppl for both Neji and Hinata. Kō is one of 4 POVs in my HC.

Kō is a sweet cinnamon bun and just perfect, I want to marry him but he is 2D and gay :(

Hiashi Hyūga. My fav part of this art.

Hiashi is DILF.Don't judge me.

I hc him being rather young, so that he is around 31-32 yo during Chunin Exam Arc I gave him background story and better developed personality in my hc so he turned out to be a very interesting and contradicting character.

Hiashi is one of POVs in my HC, through his character the clan’s story, traditions, political relations with the village, with Uchiha clan and inside the clan are told.

Tokuma Hyūga a.k.a Neji's main rival for the title of the most handsome Hyūga man. In my HC Tokuma looked after Neji when his father died and his mother was away on missions so he is kinda brother for Neji even tho they are not that close related. Tokuma has a rather difficult and heavy character, Neji picked some of his traits up. He is not too tall, around 175cm, and looks really young being one of the eldest among Neji, Kō and the next character.

This one is my OC. His name is Yojiru.

At first I wanted him to be more like RtN Neji, but gradually he switched to Dandelion from the Witcher saga. He is Neji's first cousin, their mothers were sisters, so they look alike. He is almost 10 years older than Neji. He is a poor fighter and medic-nin, but is rather well-read and knows a lot of things. He is also a talented musician, he plays some musical instruments, sings and even writes songs. He likes to tell jokes and fool around, he has a playful and carefree nature.

In the time skip period between OG and Shippuden he gets acquainted with Ko, they quickly become friends. Yojiru teaches Kō to live for himself and not to look back on other ppl opinion. Later they become lovers.

Hoheto Hyūga. He was a background character in the canon and for now he is only a background character in my HC. He is the oldest man on this art, he is around 5-7 years older than Hiashi I think he is a real clan's patriot judging from the scene with him on the war. Probably he is Hiashi’s guard and assistant.

This one is a rather new OC that is based on one of background Hyūgas from the anime. I HC that he is Natsu's older twin brother. They are from the main house so he doesn't have a seal, and Natsu being the younger twin has it. At the moment I don’t have any ideas about his personality, I'm choosing a name for him from Aki and Haru.

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This is my first drawing for Naruto Horny ASK, that I've joined recently, and it is kinda redraw of this mangacap. I liked the composition I decided to finally draw all my handsome white-eyed men together

#hyuga neji #neji hyuga #Neji Hyuuga #Hyuga Clan #hiashi hyuga #tokuma hyuga #byakugan #tokuma #neji #Hyuga Headcanon #hoheto hyuga #i'm a simp for Hyuga men #my artwork

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dokidokisadness · 10 months

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I've never actually made a full on whumper characters, like, with a well writen story and personality. Usually I just make it an accident and make a caretaker lol.

Also I picture this being set in medieval japan, but I haven't decided which period exactly...? Like, I initially though about it bening set in taishou period (like demon slayer), but most people associate youkai with sengoku and edo period, but also if it's just all made up It would probably be easier, yet unprecise... so uh...

here goes nothing...

Kouji

(not so sure of that name yet)

29 years old

He is a very gentle temple keeper. everybody knows and loves him! it's quite a small village, so despite his shyness and clumsyness he manages to maintain a great relationship with everyone, especially after he restored the local temple.

People's impression:

initially everyone thought he looked dangerous, a pretty tough guy, but turns out he is just a silly guy.

People usually ask him to help them with big heavy things.

kids love it when he picks them up, but he doesn't do it very often, since he is always busy caring for them temple.

most animals fear him, probably because of his size.

job:

temple keeper

he runs a small temple and performs some rituals to keep oni and youkai away, mostly.

origins:

One day he just showed up at the old temple. Rumors are that he escaped an youkai attack at some nearby village.

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Hanzō

(also not sure about the name :/)

(click on read more, uncensored version)

23... 26... uh...??? years old (youkai year counting?)

A (half) dragon youkai kept sealed under the temple, it's been a while since he saw the daylight, or moonlight... His blood and tears are often used in rituals at the temple, but most people don't know it... Oddly enough, He doesn't seem to complain.

people's impression:

Hanzō has only been seen a few times by even fewer people, mostly the rich and powerfull, to prove the temple's magic is legit.

the ones who saw him were suspicious at first, but the looking closely at the tongue, tail and horns it's undoubtfull.

he isn't seen as person, more like a product or cattle.

job:

his blood, tears, teeth, tongue, etc... are used in rituals at the temple (but I wouldn't call that a job lmao).

origins:

his mother was a very powerfull youkai, but his father was a human man.

both humans and youkais would constantly hunt him, but he always managed to get away. One day however, things were diferent... he hadn't had food in the last 8 days, his ankle was twisted, it was the begining of the winter, he was already weak... but he thought he could get at least something to eat from a human house, Kouji's house.

when Hanzou isn't being used in rituals he is just Kouji's doll/punching bag...

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taralen · 9 months

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canyouhearthelight · 4 months

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Nihilus Rex, Ch. 12: Aftermath

Here we have what should be the last really technical chapter for...hopefully the rest of the book. Fingers crossed. Although I am sure we can sneak some more stuff here and there if someone asks for more technical stuff, just not so many unending chapters of it.

As always, on the even-numbered chapters, I wrote while @baelpenrose co-wrote and beta'd.

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

Fall Out Boy, “Centuries”

Lash

“I heard it was part of a bigger hack.”

“Everything I’ve seen about that goes back to some QAnon boards. They think everything is a conspiracy.”

My heart rate picked up just a bit as I looked over dozens of similar conversations across several message boards. It was entirely too close to home, but felt completely surreal at the same time - I had been part of a coordinated attack against major financial institutions, and no one even believed the scale of what had actually happened. Not even the people directly impacted, if everything from our botnets was accurate.

In the immediate aftermath, over truly horrendous spinach pie and far too many dolmades, Nils and I had kicked around what-ifs and half-assed contingencies. It had all boiled down to keeping an eye on our feeds, waiting for updates from Bishop if he caught anything, and laying low until the attack had aged out of the news cycle. If online communities started piecing anything together, the plan was to sow misinformation and redirect.

We had definitely called it on the news portion - pundits were still arguing over whether the slain men were heroes of the middle class out to free people from the bonds of financial indenture, or anti-capitalist villains trying to destabilize the global economy. Every late night show had a self-referential monologue about the deceased, followed by a person-on-the-street segment with split opinions like some ghoulish, real world version of the Boondock Saints. No one could agree if their goal had been just the one attack, or if there was a secret manifesto somewhere with their ultimate strategy. What everyone did agree on, however, from the Department of the Treasury, to the OCC, to all major news networks, was that the people responsible had been gunned down by police. Body camera footage had been released, sometimes uncensored, with all six men declaring loudly that no one else was involved, nobody had put them up to this, nothing had inspired them.

No One. Nobody. Nothing. Anyone who had interacted with Nils online and had two brain cells left to rub together would have known immediately.

Except… Our damage control had done its work for us. Every single time I had been alerted that someone was suggesting a larger plan, the same response had come: That’s QAnon nonsense. A conspiracy. I bet you think the moon landing was fake, too.

Nils had joked about his handle then. “Would you buy that my handle is also an Odyssey reference to be a contingency for exactly this?” He’d said, half joking.

I squinted, half smiling at the memory. “I bet your minion morons believe that. I do not. Especially not having seen how far back your handle goes, in some form or another.” She waggled a bite of food at him. “Nice try, though. The bravado almost sold it.”

“Fair enough. Speaking of handles, Lash. Can I get your real name?” He’d said, as they’d shared dinner after the fact. “I haven’t tracked it down as a matter of respect, but we’ve been friends for a while and I would like to know. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“You aren’t allowed to use it,” I had made him promise. Something about sharing my first name had always felt too… exposed. “Not in person, not via text, not at all.”

He’d given that weird smile that seemed almost like his signature, the one that seemed like he was laughing at something somewhere else, and said, “I promise. I’ll only call you Lash.”

“Then I will tell you when all this dies down and you can’t rat me out to the authorities.” He hadn’t been expecting that, and I winked at his shock. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Not like you would rat me out anyway.” Truth be told, I liked having him at something of a disadvantage.

He inclined his head at a little bow, “As you wish, Lash.” He raised a glass. “This was really fun though. Good working with you.”

Now, I was staring feeds on three monitors, a week out, watching the entire financial sector and public refuse to believe anything more serious had happened than six armed men breaking into a major bank Guy Ritchie-style. All three of us had expected some form of damage control, but there was nothing to control.

Almost like I had cursed myself, my phone started buzzing violently across my desk, sending me to my feet hard enough to almost knock my chair over. “Spam Spam” showed up on my caller ID - Bishop.

“Please take me off whatever list this is,” I answered carefully. Bishop did not call me. He messaged me through about a million proxies, but calling was a no-no. Paranoid did not begin to describe the man’s communication habits.

“Just a moment of your time, Miss,” the voice came through. “I am calling on behalf of Bloomberg to offer you a one year subscription for only $1 per week. That’s all your basic financial and stock news, for $52 a year.”

“That’s nice, but I’m broke,” I sighed, taking note of the site before hanging up.

My stomach sank when the phone buzzed again, this time a message from Nils. “Uh. Quick meetup somewhere secure. We may have overshot slightly. In a good way.”

Definitely not good. “Let’s meet at the usual spot. We need to talk about the project for class, anyway.” I sent the message and didn’t even check for confirmation before gathering my stuff with one hand while I checked my news skimmer with the other.

Well, fuck.

Nils was waiting at the shitty hacker cafe, and he looked tense, eyes sharp. He barely waited for me to sit down. “So. There’s a thing. Remember when we were making the worm? And we had to shave some stuff off to make it small enough to still function? And we had to simplify some of its seeking parameters? Uh…it…I just realized that everything in Blackbox…”

“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention. “You and B reached out within about five minutes of each other, and he managed to tell me to check the news. I saw. We overshot by a couple orders of magnitude, yeah.”

“Yeah. Explains why no damage control. Until someone leaked it, I don’t know that they were legally allowed to admit it could be hacked.”

“We need coffee,” I stammered out, running a hand over my head. “And B. But coffee first.” Without waiting, I bounced up and ordered for us both. When I came back to the table, he was bouncing a knee - not out of place in a place that specialized in caffeine addiction for the ADHD set, thankfully. “I don’t suppose you carry a flask or something? Could only make it taste better.”

“My flask is for energy drinks when I need caffeine in emergencies because my head is starting to hurt from withdrawals, so, no. It absolutely would not. I appreciate the suggestion though.” Nils’ voice was flat. “I’ll reach out to B and tell him to get over here. We have a bit of a security concern to address. A slimy, perverted security concern to address.”

“He doesn’t know my actual name or my face,” I told him pointedly. “I’ll drive the bus if you’ll do the throwing, it comes to that.”

“He knows your handle, he’s better than we are at breaking encryptions and worse about boundaries, he absolutely knows your name.”

“I don’t think anyone is going to trust any records scavenged from a defunct elementary school or a birth certificate. Those are the only places my actual name is listed. I don’t even drive.” I thought about it for a minute. “But backing up his stuff remotely to make sure we have any sex trafficking or worse would be a good idea.”

“Honestly I was thinking simpler. We have a crime that he was accomplice to, he can’t blackmail us without incriminating himself without claiming he didn’t know what it would be used for. He might get immunity for the tip, but that takes time. He’s attempted to solicit you for indecent shit a lot, and attempted to get me to engineer…basically letting him do sex crimes, a few times. I kept the messages after turning him down, you? If nothing else it kills his credibility as a witness and ruins any ability he has to get us convicted of anything.”

I gave him a dirty look. “What kind of amateur do you think I am? I have all my dirt on everyone backed up where no one can find it except me or my parents. External drives, somewhere safer than that server we just fucked up.”

“Of course, my apologies.” He looked a little calmer with the idea that Weasel was handled. “They’ll try to trace us but our databombs will have made such a brutal hash of anything they could trace that they won’t know where to start looking. At a guess they’ll move to a different system against future hackers - and I don’t envy the next suckers to try this.”

I tapped my chin, trying to think what Bishop would point out. Something simple we would be missing. I wasn’t good a peopling, but Bishop was surprisingly adept - “They have six dead bodies, a drive designed to fuck shit up, and six cell phones that had been in contact with you. So, first link is you. Let’s start there.”

“Burn phone, pre-paid, cash, with an out of state number, picked up ages ago for something else entirely, under an alias I no longer use, again invented for something else entirely, and called through wifi service using a vpn. Said burn phone has now been utterly destroyed with its remains scrubbed of fingerprints and the remains tossed into a dumpster, whilst I was not carrying my normal phone, on the opposite side of town from where we normally spend any time. I think that about covers it.”

“I don’t ever want to hear anyone say women watch too much true crime,” I muttered. “You literally could have just taken it apart and used a belt sander on it, handed the pieces to a makerspace. Or donated it to a Goodwill bin.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.”

Bishop showed just after that, making a point to ignore us while getting his coffee and sitting at a table two over from us, facing away.

“I knew getting involved with both of you at once would get exciting. So. We want to talk about what you little maniacs have been discussing before I got here so I can go over what you missed?” B’s voice was vaguely amused, and a little tense. “I should mention, I’ve already gotten a message from Weasel. He put it together. Hopefully you two have a contingency for that.”

“Oh, the usual,” I answered airily, arching a brow at Nils. “Blackmail and making sure there aren’t any other tracks to cover. Nils overdid it with his phone, but it should work.”

Harvey’s voice took on an amused note. “Alright then. I’ll tell Weasel to pound sand. Am I to take it you kids had fun the night of the job?”

“Food was hit or miss, and there was some half-delirious contingency planning around damage control.” I rubbed my face. That felt like a decade ago.

Nils was looking embarrassed and Harvey looked amused as the older man continued. “Pity. You two were getting really wound up and I was hoping you’d be able to take a load off that night. From the looks of things, Nils’ usual bullshit and choice of pawns is working out on deflecting suspicion against a bigger conspiracy - I think the feds are reluctant to give conspiracy wingnuts credibility.”

Someone isn’t paying attention to politics, I mused internally. On the surface, I just smiled and took a sip of my coffee, suppressing a grimace at how bitter and nasty it was. Cold brew…. How hard did you have to try to fuck up cold brew, I swear. “Either way, the damage had controlled itself so far. Any updates since you called? I checked my skimmers right after, but the news was sparse.”

“So far an announcement that 4Chan white supremacist boards are going to be looked at more seriously as a breeding ground for stochastic terrorism coming from the FBI, unsurprisingly now that they’re affecting rich people.”

Nils gave an evil chuckle. “Oh good, that’s a pot I was stirring a bit ago. Unmanaged retaliation against cops in a predictable timeframe for whatever happens to them and we can let the system eat itself and look away from us, thank you very much…”

The only reason my head didn’t bounce off the table when I dropped it is because my arms cushioned the fall. “Don’t get me wrong!” I held a hand up blindly. “After the revenge porn thing, yes, scrutinize breeding grounds. And at least everyone knows the guys who are currently taking the fall are not - “ I pointed at myself emphatically. “But I am not a fan of ‘unmanaged’ retaliation against a group with airtight legal protections and a poor track record of reading perp stats correctly.” It was the most polite way I could say ‘racist assholes’ without everyone in the cafe looking at me.

“Options: I have to actively take command of the right wing gun nuts a la some shitty real life Code Geass-ripoff shenanigans to manage them, or I let their anti-government shit lead them to fight actual problems for a change, or I let them continue believing that the Jews were running the world and that everyone who couldn’t pass a paper bag test were their foot soldiers in need of shooting - right as the ax was about to fall on them. Guess which option I figured involved the least collateral damage? If you prefer I decide to go whole hog on the aesthetic and try ripping off Lelouch vi Britannia harder, which to me seemed worse than telling them they were going to have a cop problem rather than a Jews run the world problem…” Nils response was less annoyed than exhausted, and unlike our previous conversation where it was clear that he hadn’t thought it out and felt bad about it, his tone indicated that he’d thought this one through and had simply picked the least evil available option he saw.

Thankfully, Bishop’s unending focus on ‘simplest solution is best solution’ saved me palm abrasions and an assault charge from strangling the cute but dumb motherfucker on the spot. “Since the heat right now is on an actual breeding ground for incels, alt right, and revenge porn entrepreneurs, we could just let them chase their tails and keep laying low. White collar crime is historically white, et cetera, ipso facto Columbo Oreo.”

“I like that idea,” I agreed, putting as much reluctance as possible behind the sentiment. Realistically, Nils as Commander and Chief of the Fucknuckle Wingnut Army was not giving me the warm and fuzzies.

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mate, you say that the government and the media lies yet you support israel. both of those things have historically supported israel, no? just saying, you have contradicting beliefs. also, have you taken a look at what soldiers for israel have posted—hell, what the isreali government themselves has posted?

side note: hamas wasnt even a thing when the occupation of palestine began. the nakba began in 1948. hamas was founded in 1987.

if you dont believe me, then dont. im not your mom. all i ask of you is to examine israel and its history more closely.

i'm really gonna try here to spell things out for you cause i think you probably didn't have a system around you growing up like me. which i am very grateful for now as an adult.

you say that the government and the media lies - they do. this has been proven again and again. however, both entities lie based on different factors with some overlap and me saying this has a point. depending on which factors a person releases information and how much proof or evidence they provide, you can make a logical decision to parse through it to decide if they are lying or not.

media/journalism is as biased as ever, whereas it used to be just them reading what has happened instead of giving opinions, because humans are naturally biased. which is why i don't trust right-wing media or left-wing media outlets or even self-proclaimed "neutral/unbiased" outlets.

yet you support israel. - i look through both for their versions on stories, find multiple sources, try to find the most credible from all sides and after that is done, i try to find as much actual evidence.

video footage is not hard to find in this day and age, for instance...

all of the body-cam, phone videos and security footage from Oct. 7ths of HAMAS killing Israelis -

https://www.hamasvideo.com/

https://theworldwatch.com/tags/hamas/

https://www.hamas-massacre.net/

that footage alone is enough to warrant self-defense, they took hostages, elderly, men, women and children. yet the international community stayed silent until Israel decided they weren't going to wait around for HAMAS to give them back. especially when they refused to give a list of the living or proof of life.

so instead, HAMAS and Palestine decided to become the victims when Israel decided no more. after STARTING this entire thing. you may say that it wasn't enough to cause what Israel is doing but what would have been? if someone walks into your home, massacres, rapes, mutilates and then kidnaps people you love, what would you do? Especially when the "government" (UN) is twiddling their thumbs, humming and hawing as they refuse to give any indication of remorse or that this wasn't a well thought out or planned thing or even any evidence that the hostages are ALIVE.

both of those things have historically supported israel, no? to be honest, i don't pay attention to what the actual news like FOX or CNN have been in support of, i only ever use them as resources for specific things as a last resort because of how biased they are. most young people in america also don't like mainstream news because it is overly biased.

sadly, they get their news from social media. which is full of misinformation, lies and just bullshit in general. so actually, social media is more pro-palestine in general.

America, as in the government, for the most part has always been pro-israel. even democrats, however, i'm unsure if they wouldn't stuck on this if they weren't shown uncensored and uncut footage of Oct. 7th.

https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/congress/dozens-senators-view-harrowing-video-hamas-attack-israel-rcna127010

i've been surprised at how firm even many hardcore democrat's like Elizabeth Warren have been on supporting Israel. personally, i think they should put it in theaters for those who are willing to stomach it. all pro-palestine should see it.

just saying, you have contradicting beliefs - no, you just don't understand that you can believe two negative or opposing things at the same time and both be true.

for instance, most people see any act of violence or wrong done by Israel and immediately jump to them being the bad guy. however, Israel can be the one in the right but not be the PERFECT country or entity.

in the same way Palestine can be a country filled with civilians who may or may not want to participate in the war HAMAS started but that does not mean Israel has to stop invading just because of them.

if we used that logic, the Allies during WWII, once they reached Germany, would have stopped invading because civilians.

also, have you taken a look at what soldiers for israel have posted—hell, what the isreali government themselves has posted? - Yes, i have, AGAIN, they should be held accountable for it after the war is over. but can i ask you, have you bothered to watch the oct. 7th videos? have you ever even read anything said by the HAMAS government? Here, have some.

Ismail Haniyeh in 2020: He explained that Hamas rejects ceasefire agreements by which, “Gaza would become Singapore,” preferring to remain at war with Israel until a Palestinian state is established from the River to the Sea: “We cannot, in exchange for money or projects, give up Palestine and our weapons. We will not give up the resistance... We will not recognize Israel, Palestine must stretch from the [Jordan] River to the [Mediterranean] Sea.”

Hamas official, Hamad Al-Regeb in an April 2023 sermon: He prayed for “annihilation” and “paralysis” of the Jews whom he described as filthy animals: “[Allah] transformed them into filthy, ugly animals like apes and pigs because of the injustice and evil they had brought about.” Al-Regeb also prayed for the ability to “get to the necks of the Jews.”

Hamas Political Bureau Chairman Saleh Al-Arouri in an August 2023 interview: He expressed Hamas’ desire for “total war” with Israel: “Therefore, we are convinced that if a total conflict begins, the airspace and seaports of this entity will be shut down, and they will not be able to live without electricity, water, and communications.”

Ahmad Abd Al-Hadi (Hamas representative in Lebanon) in an October 12, 2023 TV show laid out Hamas’ expectation that it would be Israel that would sue for peace and indicated that a ceasefire is part of Hamas’ overall strategy, but said that he was not at liberty to say what exactly Hamas has planned for the next step after a ceasefire. He also stated that October 7 had achieved its intended purpose of landing “a blow to the normalization (of relations between Israel and Arab countries).”

Hamas member, Ghazi Hamad on October 24, 2023: “Israel is a country that has no place on our land […] because it constitutes a security, military, and political catastrophe to the Arab and Islamic nation.” (October 24, 2023, LBC TV (Lebanon)). He also vowed to repeat the October 7 attacks “time and again until Israel is annihilated,” and expressing a desire to “sacrifice martyrs” (referring to Gazan civilians) for Hamas’ ideological aim of destroying Israel.

In a speech before the International Union of Muslim Scholars in Doha on January 9, 2024, Ismaeel Haniyeh, chairman of Hamas's political bureau, called the October 7 massacre the “advanced [battle] front of the Ummah.” Calling for “financial jihad” (donations to Hamas) and “jihad of the teeth” (physical jihad), he asked the international audience, “Who wishes to invest in building the jihadist generation to liberate Jerusalem and to unite the blood of the Ummah with the blood of the people of Gaza, Jerusalem, and Palestine on the land of Palestine for its liberation and the liberation of Jerusalem?”

Hamas senior leader Khaled Mashal stated on October 19, 2023 that he views the current loss of civilian life in Gaza – brought about by Hamas' strategy of using human shields – as essential: “No nation is liberated without sacrifices... In all wars, there are some civilian victims. We are not responsible for them.”

Hamas senior leader Ismail Haniyeh, commenting on the loss of civilian life in Gaza on October 26, 2023: “The blood of the women, children and elderly […] we are the ones who need this blood, so it awakens within us the revolutionary spirit.”

The HAMAS charter itself “Israel will exist and will continue to exist until Islam will obliterate it, just as it obliterated others before it" (Preamble to Hamas Charter).

side note: hamas wasnt even a thing when the occupation of palestine began. the nakba began in 1948. hamas was founded in 1987.

You sweet sweet summer child. Yes, that is true. The Nakba wasn't the Jews, it was the UN/British. It was a two-state solution that all of you so desperately want to enforce now.

In 1947 the UN began a Partition Plan that recommended Palestine be divided into two states, one Arab and one Jewish. The Jewish leadership agreed, the Arab League and Palestinian leadership did not and so the conflict started.

HAMAS wasn't even the active government until 2006, they were instead, just a terrorist group run b y the founder Sheikh Ahmed Ismail Hassan Yassin who used his original work of founding a charity called Mujama' al-Islami to give covers to his operatives and create a logistical support network.

The secondary government in power at the time (2007) - Fatah, even raided the Islamic University in Gaza to find and confiscate weapons and ammunition stored there. Not long after, despite having played nice with Fatah until then, they kicked Fatah out and began their regime.

Ironically, Fatah had also been working with Israel on peace talks and a two-state solution before being kicked out. Wonder why HAMAS would want to kick them out so bad and also prevent them from ever being re-elected by just never holding elections again.

to be honest, i don't know why you even put this in here. as though it was some gotcha moment. it isn't.

if you dont believe me, then dont. im not your mom. all i ask of you is to examine israel and its history more closely. - I have done my research, I am firm and confident in where I stand. I am not ever going to try to say that Israel is perfect. No country or people is perfect. But you have not done nearly enough searching.

I genuinely hope you THINK, genuinely, ponder what I've said.

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Hi, I'm Zero - Welcome to my pond! And if you come from the old blog, nice to see you again ♥

Blog Navigation: My Art - My Fanfiction (includes things I don't post on AO3) You can find my other socials here. I recently made one in hope to escape the rampant censorship, we'll see how it goes.

The posts in which I complain about stuff are tagged #ramblings if you want to avoid them.

I'm currently hyperfixating on DCU/Batman, especially the Sladick niche. I also post/reblog batfamily content (batcest or just wholesome), with a mix of dark/fucked up things & fluff/wholesome things. I love being gross to Dick though no one is safe from me.

I love all DC ships, just not equally! Almost nothing grosses me out and I don't have NOTPs, so know that you can find just about anything here, 90% of which is DC Centered. Feel free to send me prompts, brainworms or ficlets, I love them all and I love your ideas ♥

I am every fucked up character's apologist - they looked great while doing their thing and I stan all the evil queens, kings and monarchs, irredeemable or otherwise.

I post/reblog nsfw, but given that tumblr started trying to kill my previous blog although everything was always tagged & censored properly, the censorship here is going to be more severe. Links will be provided for uncropped/uncensored versions of my art where needed!

I am regardless uncomfortable with minors following me, so please If you're a minor or uncomfortable with kinky stuff, DNF or just block me. Fyi:

I like fucked up shit and I will sometimes post/reblog it

I'm queer, polyamorous, and a bitch who does their own thing & is interacting with fandom stuff cause real life sucks. It is not in my interest to directly engage with fandom discourse, but my stance is that if you can't make a difference between reality and fiction, and you feel the need to personally attack people who dabble in content that makes you uncomfortable, block me because you won't like what I do.

I don't bother writing out under every post the classic "I don't condone this in real life!1" because I feel it's unnecessary - I assume that who follows me has enough critical thinking skills to not need a reminder, but in case you do you can have it here: I don't condone any fucked up fandom thing in real life, this is fiction, no one is getting hurt & we're just having fun. Again if you don't manage to grasp this then please kindly block me.

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Again if any of the aforementioned bothers you on any level, do unfollow/block me and let's all keep conducting our peaceful existences away from each other.

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Stay exceedingly handsome!

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Incorrect Quotes (mainly just Kwazzi)

CW: Uncensored swearing, mentions of death, and at the end, a small mention of consuming hair products.

Kwazzi: *dramatically* When Vahalla calls for me, you’ll regret the way you’re treating me!

Paani: I only said that your hair was messy- Barnacles, sipping his hot chocolate: And you’d have to die first- die heroically at that. Good luck.

Kwazzi:

Barnacles: Ragnarök is coming too, so I wouldn’t want to go yet. You’d have to say bye-bye to Vahalla and Asgard. Kwazzi: Sir- Barnacles, monotone: No entering Odin’s hall and becoming a god- or learning which one you’re a descendent of. Pitiful, isn’t it?

Kwazzi: Captain- I was being dramatic.

Barnacles: And I’m informing you of the mythology, pay attention, anyways-

Paani: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated, Kwazzi! Most are ha-

Kwazzi, cutting in: Killed without hesitation.

Peso: Isn’t that a bit dangerous?

Kwazzi: Psh, please! We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Peso: ...

Kwazzi: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt-

Barnacles, injured due to selflessness for the fifth time that week: ...

Kwazzi: Alright, we escaped unhurt once...

Paani: Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

Peso, unamused: Reckless motherfuckers.

Tweak: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen. What will happen is fire.

Kwazzi: But what if something else happens just this one time?

(Somewhere in a Shellington and Inkling centered episode)

Shellington: We have fun, don’t we, Inkling? Inkling: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

Kwazzi: I have very high standards when it comes to my friends, you know-

Shellington: The Vegimals can make spaghetti-

Kwazzi: Oh no! You’re meeting all of my standards!

Shellington: What makes you think it's okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter? Inkling: Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes. Barnacles, sarcastically: Because I condone murder and cannibalism.

Kwazzi: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating sand?

Barnacles:

Barnacles: Why are you eating sand?

Kwazzi: Did I ask you if I should eat sand? No, so answer my question.

(After Kwazzi decided to test Barnacles knowledge of social media lingo: Today’s episode: Updog)

Barnacles: Every time I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Shellington, clueless: Okay, but what is updog? Dashi: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish. Tweak: No, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released. Kwazzi: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden. Inkling: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter. Barnacles: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs. Tweak: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current. Dashi: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway. Shellington: What’s a henway?? Barnacles, grinning: Oh, about five pounds.

(I love the idea that Barnacles is the one up-to-date with all of the modern lingo, Shellington’s the one who’s clueless)

*The TV is freaking out* Paani: Don’t worry, you have to treat an electronic like you treat a patient on life support. *Unplugs the TV, then plugs it back in again. Nothing changes* Paani: Yeah, that didn’t work with my grandma either.

(Paani’s villain origins)

(Deleted Scene from RoF /j):

Kwazzi: Damn, the power went out.

Tweak: Don’t worry, I got this. Tweak: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up* Kwazzi: What-? Tweak: I swallowed a glow stick! Kwazzi, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

- I SWEAR I WASN’T GOING TO ADD MORE AFTER THE PREVIOUS, BUT THE GENERATOR I’M USING CAME UP WITH THIS: Tracker: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products! Tracker: *sprays hairspray in their mouth* Tracker: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good. I CAN SEE HIM DOING IT- Natquik: *horrified*

#captain barnacles #professor inkling #professor natquik #octonauts #octonauts incorrect quotes #dashi #shellington #tweak #peso #kwazzi #octonauts paani #octonauts tracker

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The Consort and The Warlord Ch3

Summary: Megatron uses the All Spark to gain access to Cybertron and demands a peace treaty. An Autobot Consort is offered and Optimus is chosen. A Bonding Ceremony takes place and now Optimus has three vorn to figure out exactly what Megatron wants to do with Cybertron.

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Megatron

Continuity: Animated

Status: Ongoing

In the end, the four datapads Megatron had given Optimus were not enough. By his second cycle in Kaon, Optimus had finished them all and he hadn't seen Megatron once. In a way, it was kind of nice since he had been able to calm his systems but it also left him feeling anxious about other things. After all, how was he supposed to figure out what Megatron was planning to do on Cybertron if he couldn't even see the Warlord?

Though Ultra Magnus may be able to write it off as negligence of the Bonded but it has only been two cycles. Not nearly enough time to prove that and Megatron had told him he'd be busy as soon as they arrived. And had given him stuff to read. Why was he defending Megatron in this?

Probably because said mech had finally shown up in the middle of the night. Optimus had woken with Hadeen only to find Megatron in the berth, back struts to him and in a deep recharge. And Optimus had been cuddled up nice and close since he'd decided to sleep in the center of the massive berth in the warlord's absence. Optimus had shot back so fast that he nearly fell off the berth when he noticed that was what had been so warm.

Now Optimus sat in the sitting area, a warmed energon cube in servo and an old worn datapad in the other. This was actually one of the datapads Megatron had given him, a very old and faded, slightly cracked and at times glitched. But the contents were just fine and Optimus found himself wanting to reread the contents. It was one of, if not the original copy of Megatron's manifesto. The age of the datapad and the occasional spelling mistakes were what gave it away.

Optimus couldn't just read this once. The manifesto that they had been given snippets of back in the academy had been heavily censored. And they had never been given the full copy either. According to rumor, only one copy existed on Cybertron and it was locked up somewhere in the hall of records where only high ranked officials could get it. Not even his rank of Prime gave him access which meant it could only be accessed by Council members. Now that he had an uncensored version in his servos, Optimus intended to memorize as much as he could.

The information was completely new even if it was about the origin of the Decepticons. Optimus was raised on the belief that Decepticons were bad and the Autobots were good, but he'd always loved history and the lack of information about the Decepticons' side of the war was always so frustrating. It wasn't that Optimus wanted to change sides, he just wanted the full story, why they acted certain ways, why they held certain beliefs and here it all was. How could he not take advantage of being given this information?

Optimis took a sip of his energon as the door to the berthroom slid open and a wide awake Megatron walked out, fusion cannon strapped securely to his forearm. He gave Optimus a quick glance, as if to confirm he was there, before grabbing a large cube of energon. After warming it, Megatron walked over to Optimus and sat on the opposite side of the table so they could be faceplate to faceplate. After drinking half of the energon, Megatron got settled in his chair and gestured towards the old datapad in Optimus' servos.

"I take it my selection kept you entertained?" He asked. No greeting, straight to the point and always probing for answers.

"Yes, though I finished them with half a cycle to spare." Optimus stated. He placed the old datapad down.

"So you chose to read my manifesto again?" Megatron asked, optics slightly raised to show surprise.

"It's a literature piece that I could never read in the academy but always wanted to." Optimus said, lightly tapping the dark screen of the datapad. "I don't feel confident about reading something unless I read it at least twice."

"Even though this is the very literary piece that sparked hundreds of thousands to join my side?" Megatron asked.

"Don't get me wrong Megatron, I'm an Autobot through and through." Optimus stated bluntly, staring Megatron in the optics. "But I'm also a history buff who wants to know all the details."

Megatron sat back in his chair, digits rubbing his chin plate in deep thought. He took just kliks to think about Optimus' words. A small grin, almost a smirk crossed his features as he moved his servo to his leg stabilizer joint.

"Your thoughts are very surprising for a Prime chosen by the Council to be my consort. I had thought that they would send someone much more… close processed." Megatron finally said.

Optimus leaned back into his chair at his words. "Isn't that what you should've expected when you requested an Autobot consort?" He asked back.

This time Megatron did laugh, a deep and dry laugh with very little humor in it. "Oh no, little one, I did not request such a thing. Your council came up with the idea in hopes of planting a spy within my mechs." Megatron said as he downed the last of his cube. "Quite amusing since part of the peace treaty was for me to remove all of my spies from Cybertron."

"Then why did you accept it, knowing that I was sent as a spy?" Optimus asked, browplates furrowed. He just couldn't understand why Megatron would go through with all of this.

"We have all grown tired of this war, little one." Megatron started with a deep ex-vent. "My warframes and I have wanted to return to Cybertron for over a million solar cycles. This is our home as much as it is yours. And if dealing with a few, inconveniences is what is necessary, I will take them."

Optimus withdrew slightly, closing in on himself in offense. He looked away, hoping Megatron doesn't notice the shame that was etched on his faceplate. "So I'm a measly inconvenience." He said bitterly.

Megatron almost flinched at his words, his optics staring hard at the young Autobot before him. His choice of words may have been rather harsh but how else could he describe their bonding? "Do you not find this entire situation inconvenient to you and your mechs?" He asked.

Optimus opened his intake to reply but quickly closed it. Yeah, this entire situation was the pits and extremely inconvenient. He'd much rather be out fixing space bridges than in that habsuite with Megatron. Honestly he was already giving himself so much credit for the fact he hasn't actually freaked out once since he had been told about this situation. Maybe Ratchet had given him some medicine to calm his wires, that would make a lot of sense.

Megatron let out a satisfactory huff at the silence Optimus gave him. He looked down at the old datapad that lay between them on the table. Reaching forward, he grabbed it with ease and opened it only to find that Optimus was reading one of his earliest speeches. One that had gotten him thrown in jail and nearly straight back to the mines if Soundwave hadn't managed to find out about it. He narrowed his optics and looked back at the young prime who sat awkwardly across from him. Nothing like what he'd expected when he'd agreed to bonding this one.

Optimus' record had been perfect and vague at best. The young Autobot graduated and was immediately sent off on some important mission and even if this was true, he was bound to be uppity. Much like that large chin plated Prime that clung to the Magnus like rust. It had left a bad taste on his glossa to think he'd have to not only put up with such a mech, but to have to be tolerant of them for the rest of his creation. That was too much, even for Megatron. But no, it hadn't been some pompous prime full of self confidence and pride, it was this young prime before him.

Shockwave had contacted him not long after the bonding ceremony was agreed to. He'd sent him the true file on the young prime he was to be Bonded to and showed that Ultra Magnus had glorified the prime in order to make it look like a better deal. When it was clear that the Prime was their dirt in the corner they pretended didn't exist because the cleaning drones couldn't reach it. This young prime had been forced to take the fall for his comrade, lost a cadet who had apparently been a good friend and barely kept his prime title before being shipped off of Cybertron like his entire academic record meant nothing.

How clueless was the Council?

That's what Megatron had thought until he'd come faceplate to faceplate with the Prime. Optimus didn't avoid his optic during the ceremony, nor did he cringe or make a face of disgust even once. He seemed nervous, which made sense, but he also seemed… willing to go through with the ceremony. At least his amazement at the bonding gift had been genuine, the young bot was so enthralled that the Priest had to call him twice. Megatron almost let out a sound at the innocent expression the prime had had. He noticed that the stone had been carefully placed next to the crystal flora when he'd returned. This prime hadn't even threatened him once, which was a bit boring but given that the Prime had high combat grades, he was sure he could convince a sparring match later on.

Right now though, Megatron regretfully had more work to do. The main focus of repairs had kept him away for several cycles already and now it was time to turn his attention towards political aspects of his jobs. Something he always loathed because of how much he seemed like a politician when he thought them up. At least he had those around him to aid him with this and wouldn't let unnecessary laws be passed. He'd also need to speak with the young prime about going over them as well when the time came for that.

So Megatron stood and looked down at Optimus who followed his movements with curiosity. "I have work to attend to, but you are free to explore the tower as you see fit." Megatron stated. "I will have Lugnut be your guard again."

Optimus frowned at this, pouting slightly as he crossed his arms over his chassis. "Only if you tell him to stop picking me up and carrying me like a bag of bolts." He demanded.

This time a genuine smile crossed the warlord's features. "I will give him a warning." Megatron promised. With that, he left the habsuite without looking back. Outside, the sound of Lugnut's booming voice could barely be heard which meant the room was nearly sound proof. Though not Lugnut proof.

Optimus did not spend as much time lingering in the habsuite as he'd done on the Nemesis. He was much more antsy about seeing how his team was doing here in Kaon and itt had been two cycles already since he'd last seen them. So after making sure he had put the cubes in the cleaner, Optimus left the habsuite and was once again greeted by the mass of a Decepticon named Lugnut.

"LITTLE CONSORT OF OUR GLORIOUS LORD MEGATRON!" Lugnut greeted. "OUR MASTER HAS GRANTED PERMISSION TO EXPLORE THE TOWER!"

Optimus nodded, audial fins tilted back. He didn't think he'd ever get used to this con's volume. "I want to meet with my team." Optimus said. "Are they at the port?"

"NO!" Lugnut shouted. "OUR KIND LORD MEGATRON GRANTED THEM A HABSUITE IN THE TOWER TO SHARE! I WILL BRING YOU NOW!"

Lugnut moved to pick Optimus up but the Autobot swatted his servos away. "Didn't Megatron tell you not to pick me up?" He snapped.

"LORD MEGATRON ASKED THAT THE LITTLE CONSORT NOT BE CARRIED LIKE A BAG OF BOLTS!" Lugnut replied, arms crossed over his chassis.

Optimus mimicked his stance and frowned. "You will not carry me at all!" He snapped back.

Lugnut once again let out a whir of noises and grumbles in protest, stomping around before huffing and pointing to the elevator. "LITTLE CONSORT IS A PAIN IN THE AFT!" He shouted.

"Good!" Optimis scoffed.

The elevator ride was short and quiet but Optimus could feel every optic on his bodyguard burning holes in the back of his helm. He chose to stay silent though and instead waited to follow Lugnut off of the elevator and into a long and rounded hallway with tall glass windows much like the one he'd come from. Alongside the inner walls were various doors with locks and numbers engraved neatly onto each. Lugnut pointed down the hall and stared at Optimis.

"LITTLE CONSORT'S FRIENDS ARE IN 3005." Lugnut said. He then waited and Optimis figured that he was expected to lead now.

Optimus walked down the hall in the direction that Lugnut had pointed. He could hear muffled voices behind doors and one or two mechs walked past them, bowing respectfully to Lugnut, or at least Optimus assumed it was to Lugnut. They wouldn't bow to him after all. Finally the door labeled 3005 came into view and Optimus nearly kicked the door in his excitement. He corrected himself and knocked strongly. The door was much denser than the ones he was used to.

It took a few nano-kliks but eventually Ratchet opened and almost seemed shocked to see Optimus standing outside. One quick glance to Lugnut and the medic grabbed Optimus and pulled him inside, slamming the door on the Decepticon. Unlike in Megatron's habsuite, Lugnut's voice could be heard clearly outside of this. Ratchet only tsked at this.

"I think Lugnut is going to hold a grudge against you." Optimus said as he was dragged into the room. It was small compared to Megatron's with two large bunk berths, three showed evidence of being slept in. A large desk, low lighting and a simple washroom with no shower made up the space.

Bumblebee, who had been lounging on his upper bunk, jumped down and instantly started talking. "Bossbot you are here! I thought you'd be locked up with helmet-head!" Bumblebee rattled on.

"Good to see you too." Optimus joked, looking between them. Bulkhead looked like he wanted to hug him again but was trying to hold back his emotions and Ratchet looked bored. "I take it things have been okay here?"

"Well as in we were tossed in here and given nothing to do!" Bumblebee whined. "I am so bored."

"You haven't been heckled?" Optimus asked.

"More like fussed at." Bumblebee said. "They keep bringing us energon and making sure we have enough!"

"I think they are worried about scaring us." Bulkhead said quietly. "They always act carefully."

"Except that bolts for processor you have of a bodyguard!" Ratchet snapped.

"I think you two are crazy!" Bumblebee interrupted. "Why would cons be worried about scaring us when we are literally at war with them!?"

"We aren't at war anymore." Optimus said. "The peace treaty has been signed, so no war is allowed."

"And do you honestly think Megatron has any intention of following through with this peace treaty?" Ratchet asked, crossing his arms over his chassis.

Optimus bit his derma. "I… I don't know." He admitted. "But I don't think he's lying when he says that they are tired of war."

Ratchet scowled but stayed silent. Bumblebee bounced anxiously as he stood by the post of one of the berths.

"So since we have no idea what the cons are doing, can we please leave this room and I don't know, maybe go for a drive or race?" Bumblebee asked anxiously. The small racer had been cooped up for too long and now he was feeling withdrawn. It happened at times in space.

"We'd have to ask Lugnut." Optimus said reluctantly. "I don't know how limited my movements are."

Bumblebee was already rushing to the door and opened it. Lugnut was standing outside in what could have been an intimidating wall, if Bumblebee hadn't zipped right between his stabilizers to escape. Optimus followed with Bulkhead and a reluctant Ratchet who was already yelling at Lugnut.

"So can I use this hallway as a race track?" Bumblebee asked despite having no intention of waiting to hear an answer. As soon as Lugnut stepped to the side, he transformed and floored it out of sight where the hallway curves. The four mechs watched him disappear before the three smaller ones turned to look at the largest.

"Does the hallway loop?" Ratchet asked, pointing a digit to where Bumblebee had disappeared.

"YES BUT ITTY BITTY AUTOBOT WON'T COME BACK QUICKLY!" Lugnut shrugged.

Not even a klik later, the sound of Bumblebee's engine could be heard along with quick revs as he came back into view. He was tight against the wall and slowly drifting wider to avoid hitting the small group. Lugnut stepped into the hallway in clear shock at the small bot having made it back so quickly. Optimus was impressed, but not surprised; Bumblebee bragged about being the fastest bot on Cybertron and clearly that confidence had some standing.

"ITTY BITTY BOT SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO MOVE SO FAST!" Lugnut roared in frustration. He stomped in the hall, causing the entire floor to vibrate but whoever built this place must have known to make it capable of withstanding Lugnut's tantrums.

"I'm the fastest bot on Cybertron and you can't catch me!" Bumblebee shouted back. Without slowing down, the racer drifted to just avoid the Decepticons stabilizer before he raced past, skirting the windows as he did.

This seemed to only rev Lugnut up even more as the mech transformed and flew after Bumblebee. Lugnut was not nearly as careful as the much smaller bot as his alt mode slammed into the glass with a great amount of force but instead of breaking, Lugnur bounced off and chased right after Bumblebee.

"I think I understand now why the Decepticons make these halls so big." Optimus said, unsure how to take Lugnut chasing Bumblebee. The large mech didn't seem hostile, more like competitive, even if he wasn't a racer. Maybe it was a warframe thing to dislike losing. Ratchet and Bulkhead grunted in agreement.

For several kliks, the three autobots watched as Bumblebee and Lugnut whipped past them. Bumblebee always took the lead, having had it from the start but Lugnut seemed determined to catch the smaller bot in this strange form of tag. At some point, Ratchet and Bulkhead had taken a seat on the floor but Optimus remained standing. Just in case he needed to intervene for whatever reason. This however was unnecessary because as they were bounding around the curve and into sight again, the elevator opened and Megatron stepped out, right in their way.

Bumblebee hit the brakes hard, more on instinct than anything else which caused Lugnut to slam into him. The collision made the two bots bounce off of the floor and straight to Megatron who merely put a servo out and stopped them after only skiddng back a bit. Lugnut immediately realized who had managed to stop him and transformed back into his root mode to bow to Megatron.

"OH GLORIOUS LORD MEGATRON! I AM ASHAMED TO HAVE RAN INTO YOU!" Lugnut shouted, his faceplate almost making a crater in the floor. "WHAT WONDERFUL STRENGTH YOU HAVE SHOWN IN FRONT OF THE PUNY AUTOBOTS!"

"That is enough, Lugnut." Megatron sighed. He glanced down at Bumblebee who had finally righted himself. He glanced up at the warlord, one digit warily pointing up at him.

"You're bigger in person." Bumblebee said with an awkward smile.

Megatron quirked his browplate slightly but did not seem offended by the small bot's words. He turned to Optimus who had stepped closer as Ratchet and Bulkhead stood up. Lugnut remained bowed as Bumblebee managed to scoot himself behind Optimus and Bulkhead.

"I had been informed that Lugnut was chasing an Autobot." Megatron said. "I assume that there is a reason for this."

Megatron glanced at Lugnut as he spoke the last part. The groveling Decepticon flinched and seemed almost panicked over being caught doing such a thing. Megatron also seemed… not upset but maybe disappointed was the correct word.

"I think you should call it a game of tag." Optimus interrupted, stepping just a bit closer. "It wasn't anything serious."

"A race is always serious!" Bumblebee interrupted as he climbed on top of Bulkhead. "I am still the fastest bot on Cybertron since that guy couldn't catch me!"

Lugnut jumped up and was about to rant when Megatron lifted his servo abd silenced his mech instantly. Megatron looked from Optimus to Bumblebee and noted that the small yellow Autobot had no damages to his paint aside from what he sustained when he collided with Lugnut just a klik ago. He let out a soft ex-vent before turning to face the small group of Autobots completely.

"Since it seems one of my Decepticons is not trying to offline one of you, let us move on to to other reason I am here." Megatron states. Behind him, Lugnut clacked his large digits together in awkward shame. "I have an offer for the three of you that came with Optimus Prime. It is not an order, but my mechs have informed me that you dislike sitting around and so I wanted to offer you some tasks to do."

"What sort of tasks?" Optimus asked hesitantly. It seemed like Megatron was watching his words and trying to be as gentle as he could be.

"They would differ between the three of you." Megatron nodded towards Ratchet. "I am certain my medics would do well with you in the clinic."

"Of course they would! Your medics could do to learn a thing or two about proper medicine!" Ratchet scoffed.

Megatron nodded in response and then turned his attention to the largest of the Autobots. "You are Bulkhead, correct?" He asked and Bulkhead nodded quickly, his optics glancing swiftly to Bumblebee and Optimus before looking back at Megatron. "As part of the peace treaty the Decepticons have been given access to the space bridge technology. However, my scientists and engineers cannot fully understand the information. Your file showed high scores in space bridge engineering; would you be interested in working on this?"

"Can I?" Bulkhead asked gleefully. His tone and manner showed absolute eagerness at this. He looked down to Optimus as if to ask for permission. Optimis shrugged, seeing no harm in Bulkhead working with something he clearly liked. This caused Bulkhead to perk up and nod at Megatron that he was interested.

"Good." Megatron said, looking down at Bumblebee. "As for you, your file stated your desire to become a warrior."

"Got a problem with that?" Bumblebee retorted, crossing his arms over his chassis and giving the best glare a wide opticed bot like him could give.

"Not at all. I want to offer a chance to continue your training." Megatron stated. "Strika would enjoy training an enthusiastic mech such as yourself."

"MY CONSORT'S TRAINING IS FAR TOO MUCH FOR THE PUNY AUTOBOT!" Lugnut protested, stomping and pointing a digit at Bumblbee.

"Well I bet I can handle it easily!" Bumblebee shot back. He stood on Bulkheads shoulder pauldrons to make himself seem taller.

Lugnut scoffed at this. "PUNY AUTOBOT WILL BE CRUSHED!" He shouted.

"We'll see about that!" Bumblebee huffed.

"If both of you are done, I have more to say." Megatron interrupted, glaring at Lugnut. This time the massive Decepticon stepped back and covered his intake with both servos. Bumblebee shrunk down to cling to Bulkhead, mostly hiding behind him. "Since all three of you are interested, I will have a mech bring you to your work areas tomorrow. Optimus, may I take some of your time?"

Optimus looked up at Megatton with wide optics but nodded and stepped closer to the warlord. Megatron dismissed Lugnut and opened the elevator for Optimus, letting him step in first. Optimus waved goodbye to his team as the door closed and the elevator began to descend. Both of them were quiet, though Optimus fumbled slightly as he tried to make things a bit less awkward.

"W-what did you need me for?" Optimus asked, mentally kicking himself for the fumble. Though Megatron seemed to ignore it.

"I have an offer for you as well, though you could consider it a favor." Megatron stated, glancing down at Optimus with a subtle smirk. Optimus stared hard at the large mech, confusion clear as day on his faceplate. This seemed to amuse the warlord who said nothing else.

Instead, when the elevator stopped and the doors opened, he gestured towards the wide room that the elevator had opened directly into. Stepping out into it, Optimis looked around curiously. It was massive, large enough for several spacebridge repair ships to sit in comfortably. Light padding lined the windowless walls and floors and several mannequins and dummies were neatly piled to one side. It was a training room.

"This training room is strictly for my generals and myself." Megatron explained as he came to stand next to Optimus. "Your file stated that you were a skilled fighter, best in your class."

Optimus turned to face Megatron and noticed that the warlord had taken out both of his very large swords. Oh these were bigger than he thought, each one as high as he was. Optimus took an instinctive step back, his battle mask snapping in place and his digits finding his own axe in his subspace. With a very quick move, Megatron brought a sword down and Optimus kicked himself backwards, barely dragging out his own weapon to block a second attack.

While he prevented it from making contact with himself, Optimus was still sent flying into the far wall. He felt his entire frame crack and groan as warnings told him just how much it did not appreciate that. Optimus just got to his stabilizers when Megatron charged him, swords barely blocked by his axe's handle and slammed him straight into the wall again. This time, Optimus was pinned, he couldn't feel the floor under him and it took all of his strength and focus to keep Megatron from making contact with his very sharp and very deadly swords. The warlord noticed his struggle and smirked, leaning in closer with ease since Optimus had been lifted up closer to his faceplate.

"I must say, I'm quite surprised. I had thought your fighting skills were another lie on your file." Megatron said, staring down at Optimus with a hard look. "Do not try to protest, my spies were still in Cybertron when all of this went down."

Optimus froze, joints locked as his vents hitched. His optics stared into Megatron's, unable to look away and unable to speak. He'd been found out. Not even half a vorn into this whole ordeal and he'd already been caught. Megatron found out about his lie and he was pissed, rightfully pissed in all honesty. Optimus opened his intake to try and speak but static was all that came out. Megatron noticed this and carefully lowered him to the ground before withdrawing his blades. Optimus clenched his servos as he held his axe close, protecting himself.

"I am not angry with you." Megatron took a step back. "If I am to be honest, I find your skills far exceed what Ultra Magnus gave you credit for."

"I'm what?" Optimus sputtered. How did Megatron go from trying to offline him to praising him so quickly. Why was he being praised?

"You are a much better fighter than anyone in the Autobot Academy gave you credit for." Megatron stated bluntly.

"Tha-thats impossible! I got kicked out of the academy!" Optimus looked away and hoped his battle mask hid his darkening cheekplates.

"Optimus Prime, look at me." Megatron said sternly. The young prime slowly looked up at the warlord, optics filled with self doubt. "You dodged my initial attack and blocked two more despite having been caught off guard. You managed to keep my blades from making contact even in a tight space and I am certain you would have managed to get out of my hold if you had to. The last time I saw a civillian frame with so much skill and potential was from Ultra Magnus when he was but a prime himself."

Optimus stared wide opticed at Megatron and once again his voice sputtered and static garble was all he could release. His audial fins tilted back and he quickly looked away in embarrassment. How could Megatron compare him to Ultra Magnus of all mechs? And say he had just as much potential? That was an insult to the Magnus without a doubt. There was no way he could even compare to such an amazing mech!

As Optimus' processor burned with the strange praise that left his spark feeling warm, Megatron let out a deep ex-vent. "Clearly praise was not given where it was due." He stated. Taking a step back to give the small Autobot more room, Megatron looked at his internal chronometer before gesturing towards the elevator. "I believe it is time to end this discussion. Hadeen is setting and I am sure you need to refuel."

Optimus glanced at his own chronometer and was surprised at how much time had passed. He subspaced his axe abd nodded to Megatron, following behind him as they moved towards the elevator. Inside, the trip to the upper floor where they lived seemed to take forever as Optimus watched the floor numbers change. Behind him, Megatron shifted slightly before he spoke.

"We can train again tomorrow, if you wish." He said softly, as of someone would overhear him.

Optimus hesitated for just a nano-klik before he nodded. "Okay."

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